We started the morning in Lovero feeling like elite cyclists, cruising through quiet Alpine streets and pretending the hills were easy — fully committed to our “healthy lifestyle.” Then an all-Italian family lunch happened, and our fitness era ended in a glorious avalanche of pasta, bread, wine, and zero self-control. Just when we thought we couldn’t eat another bite, we somehow found ourselves at a Chinese restaurant in Italy, because one big meal clearly wasn’t enough. Finally, stuffed and slightly delirious, we biked home in the dark laughing at the fact that we’d gone from sunrise athletes to midnight carb champions — a perfectly unbalanced, unforgettable day. 🇮🇹🚴♂️🍝🥟
Lunch at Mon Cheri, Agriturismo, Mazzo Italy

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The dogs barking in Italian! Lol😂